Chapitre 1522: The Power of a Godly Spirits Weapon

It was already sunset on the battlefield, leaving crimson clouds in the sky as if there were flames burning.

The saints from Sacred Central Empire had mostly recovered. They gathered around Zhang Ruochen as they wanted to fight side by side with him.

"There're six hours left before the Saints Merits Battle ends, yet it's enough for the Luosha armies to kill all the saints from the Shatuo Seven Fields."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the ground that was reflecting the light of the clouds. He could feel the forces of those first marquises, and there were even a couple of saint kings rushing toward them.

"Follow the order of her highness; capture Zhang Ruochen."

Lord Lingquan was rushing at the front, and he looked very ferocious.

Obviously, he didn't want to capture Zhang Ruochen alive. He wanted to seize the chance to kill Zhang Ruochen.